"She blushed brightly, but did not deny it. "Yeah, but it takes two." I think you've already got him. Just remember all the crap he's dealing with and...hang in there." Well, I wasn't about to give up. Couldn't, anyway," she said, eyes moistening slightly."Whatever happens, you're looking great," he assured her."You were the one who said I had to bait the man-trap better." I'm glad to see you appreciate big brother's advice for the gold mine of wisdom that it is."That, of course, initiated a. And so early on a Saturday morning, a morning I usually had a lie in, Igot up and dressed from the skin out. I took my time and didn't rush. Irelished the chance to become my femme-self. I applied a very subtledaytime look to my make up not wanting to over do it.I felt wonderful. And I took several pictures with my phone. I thoughtabout sending them to Eos. I wrote her a text asking 'What do you think?'and attached the pictures. Before I knew it I had hit the send button. Iwas glad I had kept. A dress was at the top of the heapfolded expertly by Darla herself. "What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked in a state of panic. "You're supposed to wear it," she replied not mincing any words. If Icould, I'd still be holding my breath. "Darla, I'm not so sure this whole thing is a good idea," I told her atlength. "John?" She looked at me sadly. "Don't you want to come to my party?" "You know I do," I replied sincerely. "Then what's the problem?" She knew what the problem was, but. Perhaps later I’ll give it a try, just to see if I can.’ He wanted to talk? So did she. It didn’t matter that she could be digging herself in over her head. ‘So what will you do with me now that I’m in such a vulnerable position, hm?’ Reval smiled, reaching out, brushing a hand along her face, ‘I’m going to twist your frail mind around my finger…’ He’d not wait for a response, releasing a wave of pain from his hand directly to her head. Sandra tried her best to stay conscious, the soft warmth.